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She used to wear a dress And her dolls watched as she danced And the sun smiled upon her, and her light was brightPeople would come and go And tell her she was prettyBut HE stayed Told her she was pretty too Wanted to show her just how muchHE liked the way her dress was easy HE could go in and out Unseen Not even her dolls watchedBut she could feel it ALL She could feel her light go out Every time she wore a dressThen HE turned into SHESHE saw her Small and scared And told her she could helpSHE held her in the dark Told her not to tellBut she could still feel it ALL She lost her light there in the dark And began to disappearThen days turned into months, and months turned into yearsShe didn’t own a dress And never slept in the darkShe learned to live without having to feel anything UntilShe met the one who turned her light back on The one who told her it was ok to be pretty The one who held her hand when things turned blackAnd with this love, her light began to shine again ButShe was still afraid of the dark and never wore a dress ButShe was still afraid of the dark and never wore a dress

To My Dead Grandfather,I used to wish I could have met youDreamed of you reading me bedtime stories and of my potential love for youAfter I found out the truth all I have dreamed about is my regret yourDeath wasn’t torturous enough to suit your crimesPhysical damage will not satisfy my need Piss on your soul; mutilate the fibers of the cross-stitch thatHolds your two-face togetherI dreamed I could have been there and watched youDie.And I wanted to be the one to do it.To have killed you.Slowly, carefully, methodically with a distinct purpose in causing you as much harm as possibleI would carve out your half-heart while it’s still beating I would endure your screams just for the pleasure of watching you cryI would tune them out because your tears make me smileThey are payment in the form of droplets of water pouring from you eyesGod made hell with scum like you in mindThe Devil was too merciful; letting you dieAlone on the side of the highwayLetting your body decompose until the stench forced someone call someone to dispose of your rotting corpseYour unclaimed body still sitting in the morgueTerrorized at night, your daughters had nowhere to run or hideTears tattooed beneath their eyes, trailing down their cheeks ending in a haunted stream behind them